Your home is in the four winds
Your garden is about four flowers
Your joyous laugh
Is heard every spring,
And every night you ascend to heaven
As a New Star.
The grass hides the road in your forest
Your footprint does not dare touch the wave,
The beast at your feet-
Is your biggest friend
And the morning wind blows away
A song from your lips.
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